The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The house smelled of beeswax and old dust. It was a smell that clung to the throat. Elias stood in the center of the room. He held a wooden spoon. It was carved from hawthorn. The grain was tight. The wood was pale. He had carried it for forty years. It was heavy. It was light. The walls were bare. The paint was peeling. Flakes fell like snow. They landed on his shoes. He did not brush them...

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